Lisko's American life

Lisko felt bad when he heard his voice, and was busy gesturing at him to this shush, and was relieved to see that the people coming and going were not alarmed by this side of the action, before nodding to the boy holding his breath.

"Jesus."

The freckled boy's expression was excited, and the students behind him jumped with joy, their eyes very shy and respectful.

"Mr. Lisko, hello, I'm a student at the University of Denver in the Department of Languages and Liberal Arts, my name is Jeremiah, I'm just a sophomore this year."

I'm Jeremiah, and I'm just a sophomore in college." Lisko was surprised that he was recognized, although he was usually recognized by fans from time to time, who were hard-core fans and people who cared about literature in particular, and the exposure of writers was very low compared to celebrities.

But on second thought, he had just given a presentation at this school last week, and he hadn't expected to walk in with a big grin on his face and be recognized.

"Hello."

Lisko shook the hand that Jeremiah across the room handed to him, looking at his excitement at running into his idol and the students in the back of the room scrambling to be the first to hand it over, Lisko could only shake it one at a time.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your support, new book? It will be published before Christmas, and the manuscript has been submitted to the publisher and is still in print."

While shaking hands, Liscoe had to answer questions from the students.

Zhang Li, who was walking in front, was still chatting with his parents when he suddenly turned back and noticed that Lisco had disappeared.

"What's going on? Is Sko in trouble with them?"

Li Feng looked at Lisco, who was surrounded in the middle, and could not hear what was being said inside because of the crowd and the loud noise.

Zhang You is already holding his cuffs, ready to rescue this son-in-law whom he approves of from the fire.

"It's okay, Dad, isn't he a writer? He came to our school to give a lecture some time ago, and all these are his fans, so maybe he was found out, so he was surrounded by people, but there was no malice."

Zhang Li was busy dragging Zhang You, who wanted to rush up, to explain things clearly.

"Oh? So,"

Zhang You was relieved to hear the explanation, but fortunately, he didn't have time, or else the oolong would have happened.

"Book fan? It seems that Sko is still very famous."

On the other hand, Li Feng was downright proud of her glory, she had already taken Lesko as her son-in-law, so she was proud to see that Lesko was so popular.

"Looks like I'll take some time to take a closer look at Little Li's work."

Zhang You's expression was also cheerful.

"What do we do?" Li Feng was worried about the veins on her neck, which were leaking out because she was talking louder, and asked Zhang Li about it.

Fortunately, at this time, Lisco saw Zhang Li from a distance in the crowd, and made a waving gesture from afar, Zhang Li understood by heart, replied with an OK gesture, and then pulled his parents out of the crowd.

He was afraid that Zhang Li would bring his parents directly in, and then there were so many students, in case of a stampede, uncles and aunts were already old and might be injured.

The security patrol not far away discovered the abnormality here, busy with the intercom to report to the leadership, then directly to maintain order, until the news of the school's director of education over, the students scattered, leaving a wretched Liskeh.

"Mr. Lisko. Sorry for the inconvenience,"

The head teacher, a balding middle-aged man in a gray suit, spoke politely, brought Lisko to the meeting room in the school, gave him coffee, and then apologized with an apologetic face.

"It's all right, really, the students are lovely, it's just that I didn't take proper measures myself and caused trouble for the school."

Lisco, of course, knew that it was his own negligence, so he also politely explained, but it looked particularly funny with his shirt that had been ripped open, and in the confusion, the top button of Lisco's shirt had been ripped off by someone, leaving none behind.

At that moment, a head stuck out of the doorway of the parlor, and Lesko recognized it immediately as Jeremiah, who had spotted him first, and Jerry, seeing that he had been spotted by Lesko, knocked on the door in frustration.

"Come in." The head instructor looked puzzled at the student who entered.

"Mr. Liscoe, I'm so sorry for getting you into this mess."

Jerry bowed uneasily to Lisco. He was very frightened now, as it was a very pleasant encounter with his idol on the campus, but his own group made too much noise and aroused the curiosity of others, and just now he recalled, he was also afraid.

"It's not your fault," Lisco looked at the boy across the street with his head down in embarrassment, the freckles on his face turning red along with it, and then his eyes were full of remorse and he softly consoled.

"The main reason is because I wasn't ready." Lesko helped him up.

"Which book did you like?"

Jerry felt a little better when he heard that Lithgow didn't blame him, and suddenly looked up in surprise when he heard Lithgow ask him.

"The Wheatfield, I especially like Holden and the sentences in it, it's helped me a lot in my life."

I said, reciting the book to Lisko with a divine face.

"Maybe some people are abominable and some people are despicable. And when I put myself in his shoes and imagined it, I realized: he's more pitiful than I am. So forgive all those you have met, good or bad."

Although Lisco was only six or seven years older than him, the two of them got along with each other and felt like Lisco was a big brother a decade older than him.

"So, do you want an autograph?"

"May I?"

Jerry quickly opened his backpack and took out his brand new notebook, which he had just bought yesterday.

Lisco took the notebook, opened the title page, thought a little, and then put down the pen.

"Life is just a few decades, don't leave yourself any regrets, laugh when you want to, cry when you want to, love when you should, and suppress yourself unnecessarily - Liscoe."

Since Jerry liked the Wheatfield, Lisco wrote a quote from the Wheatfield to encourage Jerry, hoping that his life would be like this, without aggravating himself.

The signature was in Chinese as usual, and the square font made Jerry jump with joy when he got the notebook.

The last time Lesko came to the school to sign, because Jerry's seat was at the back, Lesko signed too much and his wrist couldn't take it, so many students regretted not getting their signatures, which became his latest regret.